“Oho!..that gleam in your eyes tells me you have an idea!’ Said Getafix, the Gaul Druid wizard.
“Yes, I have. If the Romans want Menhirs, we’ll give it to them”, said Asterix, “will you lay on magic potion for everyone who wants to make them?”
“By all means, let us promote growth of the menhir industry, our village will become the biggest menhir production centre in the entire ancient world.”
“And the funny thing is, we still don’t know what menhirs are for.” Said Getafix, a smug grin on his worn face.
– Obelix and Co.
A Sunday morning just like today. We were sailing along the west coast of Corsica. My husband idly paging through the Rough Guide to France.
“Let’s anchor in Tizzano, there are menhirs close by”, he said.
The day was hot and humid, thunder—or was it Gauls, chiseling menhirs—rumbled. A rutted dirt track meandered through vineyards and mequis. Stretched over hills in the half-distance. I was hot and bothered. Didn’t plan on hiking six miles. We stopped talking to each other at the half way mark.
A rusted piece of metal lay on the dust. Flaking paint read ‘Alignement de Palaggiu’, underneath someone had scratched ‘menhirs’. Stones laid in an arrow pointed towards a copse.
Would you believe we actually found real menhirs. Dated and signed by Obelix. Two hundred and fifty-eight stones coated in orange and grey lichen. Old, worn, timeless. The tallest one about seven feet. They must have been taller. I guess in three thousand or so years, the wind and weather had more than enough time to wear them down.
Silently we wandered amidst the stones. There are thousands scattered all over the world. Archeologists found few clues to their function although Getafix could have told them that years ago. A theory suggested those in Corsica were some sort of magical deterrent to invaders.
Nearby we stumbled upon a perfect circle of gnarled olive trees. In ancient history circles were magic places. I remember standing in the middle of the circle. Time stood still then. Cicadas fell silent. Thunder continued to rumble. I wasn’t transported to another realm, but I felt something. Something bigger than me.
Our world is a magical place. That’s why we travel.
#SundayTraveller linking up with fellow vagabond Frank who knows everything about Croatia, and Adelina takes you with on her travels by packing you in her suitcase. Jess who loves ice-cream just as much as I do. Ashley a southern gypsy and SJ who chases donkeys in Croatia